Mr. Martin - 37650 Pras (Ft. Akon)

[Akon]
Convicts, it's the convicts
Testing one two three, we come

[Chorus: Akon]
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MC's a get murderin
I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred soundbwoys a get murderin, yeah
Lay flat, lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip I got one shot left
Everybody lay flat, lay flat, lay flat, lay flat
Came with a full clip I got one shot left

[Pras Michel]
Everytime I BREATHE I feel like they're killin me
It seems death my only way to my destiny
You see crazy the bwoy that go against my rap
I'm like Moses when I strike down my staff
See my wordplay, is like arts and craft
And my gunplay will blast any Babylon in my path
Win lose or draw, the bloodiest bath
Fifth to the fist is the cruddiest jab
Ever seen, pocket stays ever green
Like Christmas trees I dismiss these
Fool slide, close my eyes, lead the blind
Decapitate you, ease your mind
Haitian homes, lethal lines, it's my time, to shine
I resurrect like Lazareth
Baby I'ma cancel death
Got to survive in this main maniac depression
Fuck y'all, 'scuse my expression